With his hair blowing in the wind, Brian looked like the typical hero on the cover of any cheesy romance novel. The wide grin that spread across his face both surprised and unnerved me. I had not seen him this happy in a long time. But that grin made him look like the Joker, intent on evil and mayhem. Behind us, Phil and Sam travelled together on the Kawasaki. Sam was behind the bars driving while Phil rode bitch. When I glanced behind, I could see their silhouette against the setting sun. I would not have traded places with Phil for anything. Although I never had the pleasure of riding with Sam, I’d heard stories about her fearlessness on the two-wheel death machine. To her credit, though, she had never spilled, but all the same, I was happy sitting astride this strong horse. After ten minutes of hard riding, I pulled up on the reins and came to a halt about a quarter mile from Kappy’s at a point where the road came to a natural bend, hiding us from view should sentries be posted around the building.
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